I knew you were tired, but you didn’t want to show it. I could see it in your eyes, even if you masked your smiles. It was quite noticeable how you stretched yourself for me, but very hard to reciprocate. It was as if I was washed away by the oceans, preventing my hands to hold yours. But know that you were holding my soul tight. It was just that, I couldn’t give to you the used and broken part of my art.
Would I be a failure to you if I couldn’t return to you the love you gave?
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